Текст песни: What They Call Us? + перевод

That I’d never rap about another nigga on a record

(that's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)

That I’d never borrow from another nigga, aha

And I’d never work for the white man (never)

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU nigga

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

(Master P)

Got more game than the average

On the street I’m a savage

Trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage

Ain’t got no time for no motherfuckin bustas

My old lady want clustas

I’m out here with hustlas

Flippin change into dollas

Got the money and the power

Got fiends walking up, beepin me

Every motherfucking hour

But this Gotti, going through change

Got me sittin, thinking to myself

I’m in this game and I’m twisted

I’m having psycho thoughts

Peelin my motherfucking neck apart

But that’d be some hoe shit

I get down for my skrilla

Cause I’m a killa

And if I kill my ownself

? hoe nigga

Real about my paper

Tryin to slip some vapor

Get some skrilla

But these niggas wanta undertake you

Undercut you with these fiends

Try to serve your cream

And when you ain’t lookin

Try to hit you with that laser beam

Some nigga you was tru to

Punk motherfucker try to get me, he’ll get you

Suckas don’t live on these streets

I’m from the ghetto

Grew up on eggs and luncheon meat

And not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs

When your best friend play you like a fucking dog

But I don’t trust nobody but my tru niggas

I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas

Silkk, C-Murder, and Master P

If it ain’t blood nigga, it might be your enemy

Cause we try to teach niggas to be real

But that’s the same niggas that’ll get you with that steal

I mean I taught ya’ll niggas that never in the game

What ya’ll done missin

My ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin

Plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be

Motherfucking regulators

But ya’ll cowards

End a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain’t lookin

And nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain’t watchin

Now who stoppin ya’ll suckas

I swore to be a man, killa

But ya’ll niggas just don’t understand

That the ghetto is so wicked

These hoes wanta kick it

But these bitches addicted to money and paper

Lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch

Then rape ya

Bill Clinton be the president

But bitch I never voted

I’m out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent

Ya’ll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)

Making money, staying true, and still in it

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

(Silkk The Shocker)

They call us killas and drug dealers

What the fuck do they know

Want us to jump when they say jump

Just cause they done said so

Fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat

And if its on, let it be on

If it’s on, let it be on black

Cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up

A fucking tight hoe

I’m like a time bomb

I be cool one second, but you’ll never know when I might explode

Shit, how you gonna look through my ??? with no gun

Only thing I have in this world are my balls and word

And I’ma brake those for no one

Niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall

It’s like me against the world

My back up against the wall

When money come, that’s precisely, it’s all coming

See they don’t respect the company cuase it’s black

If it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin

See in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics

I keep my ?, get tighter than rush hour traffic

See? wanna know what make Silkk’s

Mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (why's that)

Cause ain’t no love up in this bitch

See niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks

But ya’ll be on the outside lookin in

That’s why we killas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

I beez a TRU nigga till I’m dead

If I die, bury me

But bitch I’m a four-five, I mean my 9

I’m on a? to killing and drug dealing

I’m under surveilance, they tapped my phone

But they ain’t feelin me

Cause if them fedz only knew

They’d probably to jail

And lock me up with no bail

This murderistick click that I hang with

Is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit

Who we be, we be some tru niggas

With TRU across our stomach and countin legal drug money

Nationwide, but runnin this underground

With KL, Mo B, Craig B, Beats by the Pound

Fuck with one, you fuck with us all

You get kidnapped if you a?

Leave your blood up on the wall

No Limit be sick

Sick like the movie

From New Orleans to California

Bring you bitch and sure I’m on her

My record sales increase every week

So fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous

Some say we dealers, some say we killers

They didn’t ask one thing

We be some TRU niggas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

Some say we dealers, they call us killas

Who we be

TRU niggas

Representin from New Orleans to Richmond, California

To the midwest to the world nigga

TRU nigga